this subtle love


, , ,

this subtle love

sacrificed my heart

while i lay sleepweeping willowsing

through opened chest

surgery: removed it. gone. clean.

nothing but a memory of

      yourkiss yourtouch.

your voice echoing in the aching hollow space

where that organ used to be.

when you used to be here subtly hinting at your love for me.

i regret,

i needed so much  reassurance.

your love language,

a hieroglyphics of patience

i couldn’t decipher until now (too late?)

still hangs palpably thick in the air

tangled in the  dim light and curling incense

along with every word we’ve ever spoken-

the  aura of a love

that might still be